To Whom It May Concern Poem by Harun Zompoglu

My soul demands to write a short letter to the lord of pop music,
But it seems hard to decide which name is the best to address.
Should it say to Cat Stevens or to Yusuf Islam? It is not so basic,
Because my confused mind keeps asking to solve more or less.

Islam never asks anyone to change their name and their career;
This religion asks you to believe in and to trust in one God only.
This is your life in which only you stand as a decision maker;
Yes my lord you made your choice which makes us very happy.

Music literature fine arts have been encouraged for centuries;
Biased thoughts and the truth stand together for eyes to reassess;
All plead with you for redeem otherwise the worried soul cries
To give up singing pop songs on the stage, makes it meaningless.

No doubt that you wrote wonderful songs as a lord of pop music.
How dare you say the music you made is apart from the religion,
Ask yourself the Qur`an is in Arabic, does it make Islam Arabic?
Your belief in God is apparent in Lady D`Arbanville, is it fiction?

A mellow song will wake you tomorrow my Lord Cat S`Tevens,
Being in is neither a shape nor a region nor a name nor a colour,
After that you`d have written splendid songs the sad soul listens;
A call kindly invites you to start over the songs feeling the vigour.

With my all respect, it`s just a mention of the wrong impression
Which was given to the world by my lord about my pure religion.
The faith is tolerant widely let`s do our best to find a resolution,
For good-hearted real muslims are waiting for better recognition.

Writing this letter aims to reach your gift of music before you die;
The desire in me prays not to be late advancing towards clearing up,
Even it`s too slow or too late I`ll visit your grave with a rose you lie,
I`ll put a guitar on it whispering this is with you always keeping up.